No, Leary, It’s Just a Flesh Wound

I had a dream last night.

In the dream I was part of an underground movement that realized we were all in some Matrix-style immersive system of total oppression.  I was sending messages to sympathizers in the future using instructions they sent.  The directions involved drawing a microphone onto a piece of paper in a very specific way — and if you did this you could speak into it and people in the future could hear you.

Whatever powers that be found out about this and sent comedian Denis Leary to persuade me to stop doing this. He went about persuading me by walking up to me and shooting me in the head.

I was down, but somehow not dead. After a few minutes of unconsciousness, I woke up alive.  Knowing I didn’t have long to live, I found my friends in the underground to give them the final message.  I saw myself in the mirror, with a big chunk blown out of my head. It was kinda of gruesome. I’m not sure of Leary had taken the plans for the special microphone, but they were gone and I knew I had to get a message to the future anyway. So, I set out to draw a microphone of my own design to somehow get the crucial information out before I died.  Somehow, I had a revelation in how the microphone technique worked and was able to draw one that crackled and worked allowing me to tell the future that Denis Leary had killed me. My comrades in the underground started to see me as some sort of messiah because I wasn’t dying. I felt powerful.

That was the end of the dream.

Song of the Day: “Back In Time” – Huey Lewis and the News

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2 Responses

1. Bill says:

   24 November, 2008 at 2:27 pm

   Wow. Have you considered the possibility of your being The One?

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2. Raquel says:

   25 November, 2008 at 12:44 am

   Oh lordy, I laughed really hard at this one.

   And yet, I fear for the future.

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